The Golden Cellar
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the fog had turned the estate into a gray, suffocating void. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have not seen the sun in six months. My hands are stained with the ink of a life I no longer recognize, and my blood is the only key that fits the locks of this place. I want to decode the cipher in the cellar. I want to prove I did not steal...
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